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    Chen Guanshui can only cast the "Luofu Instant Soul Shaking Technique" once now, and he can only use his sword once after casting the spell.  But this sword is enough.  Everyone saw it. Chen Guanshui just drank lightly before he suddenly appeared next to the female cultivator who established the foundation. Then he swung his sword like picking a ripe grape from the vine and killed the one who established the camp.  , and the foundation-building female cultivator who remained invincible in the previous two chaos.  What a big head, like a beautiful beauty, but there is only a cavity of blood, like a spring.  As soon as the sword was released, Chen Guanshui was also a thief and the building was empty.  He rushed past the body of the foundation-building female cultivator and stopped a few feet behind her, already staggering a little.  But the remaining twenty-one foundation-building monks could only watch the faceless puppet walk to Chen Guanshui's side and guard it there.  Originally, the 22 -built monks siege one person, and at most, plus a faceless and faceless puppet, everyone's heart was still very calm.  Although the camp was burned into a sea of ??fire, many of the mortal slaves were killed, and the slaves in the Qi refining stage were also killed. Everything looked very terrifying. It seemed that tonight was the end of the camp, but the foundation-building monks  Our hearts are still very peaceful.  They also know about Beard Ridge.  But as long as it¡¯s not the Golden Core Master or there are more foundation-building monks than there are on his side, he doesn¡¯t have to be afraid of anything.  And even if he faces the attack of Sanxian Temple, the worst he can do is give up everything he has now and fly away with the wealth he has collected.  At that time, even if the Three Immortals were chasing after me, it would still have enough manpower.  No matter what the worst, I would go to the beach and become an ordinary pirate, buy a boat, and go out to rob the sea monsters on the bottom of the sea.  At that time, in the vast sea, who could know where his wealth came from, and who could accuse himself of killing monsters as a bloody crime.  So when the two foundation-building monks died, they didn't take it to heart.  In their eyes, Chen Guanshui was just a newbie who had just left Beard Ridge. He still had the passion of a young man in his heart, thinking about justice, justice, order and other messy things, thinking that he was "doing justice for heaven".  "The messenger of justice can be invincible, like what is written in those novels, kill all the evildoers like himself, rescue the beauties he imprisoned, and then get the wealth he plundered.  But it¡¯s really ridiculous.  People like me have long seen the nature of this world clearly, and have long since ceased to have any "beauty" and "hope".  Although when I was young, I suddenly discovered that I also had spiritual roots, I had many, many wonderful dreams.  I thought that as long as I worked hard, I would always be able to obtain the kind of great power that only immortals can possess. I could help my fellow villagers kill those goblins who caused harm to the people, punish those children of the arrogant and domineering cultivator families, and marry those of my own family.  The beautiful woman who could only watch secretly gave birth to a large number of children, accepted a few talented disciples, established an upright sect, and acted as the law-abiding guardian of the sky in her hometown.  However, dreams are always ruthless and reality is always cruel!  It turns out that birth determines everything!  So no matter how hard I try, I am always called a casual cultivator and always run into obstacles in front of various sects.  If you want to enter the dojo of even the humblest Jindan cultivator, you must be a descendant of a cultivation family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, or be recommended by another Jindan cultivator.  After all, there are still many Jindan monks who will open a small door for casual cultivators like themselves, but the price of entering is the dignity that they are determined not to give up.  Why is there only one selfless monk like Master Kong Zhang in the world?  That¡¯s why I had to bury all my conscience and live in this world like a jackal.  Either I will eat people, or people will eat me.  After eating again and again, I can no longer remember the dreams I had when I was a teenager.  But after walking a lot, I realize how ignorant I was.  Those goblins who cause harm to the people and dare to run rampant openly for decades or hundreds of years, all of them have the background of high-level monks.  It's either the mount of a certain Jindan Master or the pet of a certain Nascent Soul cultivator.  He ate a few ordinary mortals like his parents, trampled all the crops in his family's farmland, burned down all the houses in the manor, and he had no choice but to kneel in the mud with everyone else, a fate that was filled with fear.  Could it be that as a foundation-building monk, I could easily kill those goblins?  This is true for all fairies, not to mention those children of the rampant Cultivation Family and those arrogant and domineering servants of the Cultivation Family?  Even those beauties that he once secretly looked at were willing to bend down and be played like concubines by the direct descendants of the powerful cultivators.  Even though one comes from a scholarly family and is elegant and elegant,? Talented women, or young ladies from high families with strong temperaments and unparalleled chastity. In the past years, I have watched them fall one after another, and they have always refused to give any true love to themselves.  Of course, there are women following him, and of course there are women who are willing to act as his lackeys, and of course there are women who are willing to give birth to children for him. It is also true that he has accepted many young men and girls from the same humble background as his disciples, watching them grow up under him.  The manor is growing like a small tree.  But a month ago, I lost everything.  Life on Yuzhou Island was already very comfortable.  There are a steady stream of Dharma meetings held here every day, and there will always be some Jindan Daoists who will open their doors and tolerate some casual cultivators to offer generous gifts and then listen; there will always be some powerful monks who will listen because of one of their questions and answers.  And to appreciate yourself, just throw down a bone.  Similarly, there are many women on the island who have fled from the mainland, women who have escaped from their fate.  They dare to think and do, and they dare to love and hate.  As long as you are willing to give your sincerity, you can get their love and enjoy the beauty of the body.  But a month of drastic changes has already come to a conclusion.  Lin Beihe, the Taoxue master of the Lin family in Longkong Mountain, was hired by the seven major surnames. He gathered his colleagues and killed the newly promoted soul of the East China Sea Monster Clan, Jiang An of Yuchen Island.  Because of this incident, the Jianfeng War was triggered, and Yuzhou Island was reduced to a wasteland, destroying everything he owned.  But the seven major surnames took the opportunity to force their enemies of thousands of years, the Blood Sea lineage, to form an alliance with them.  Even though Huhuling had no responsibility for the accident a month ago.  It was even less possible for him to name the murderer on the young man in front of him.  But being able to kill a disciple who is friendly to the seven surnames can always give some relief to the overwhelming anger in his heart.  None of the dead Qi Refining monks on the ground were filled with hatred just like him.  Even if you can't kill the person in front of you, you still have to dye his sword with your own blood.  Therefore, Chen Guanshui quietly leaned on the faceless puppet and looked coldly at the foundation-building monks who were surrounded by them. Facing death, they laughed wildly and fought in blood.  He always has to die, and he has to die miserably.  Those Qi Refining monks hiding in the shadows, and even some mortal martial artists, even after the battle situation had tilted to their disadvantage, still rushed out, taking advantage of the opportunity of being killed, to use their only possibility to delay those thirty  The swords of the two "Chen Guanshui" gave those foundation-building monks their only chance.  Whether it's for fighting or escaping.  There are also many, many people who put their last chance on Chen Guanshui.  But he died under the sword of the twenty-three puppets who appeared and disappeared.  The battle soon came to an end.  The thirty-two "Chen Guanshui" were changed from the book left by the thirty-two.  The body itself is a magic weapon, indestructible; and the magic sword in the hand is also a top-grade sword drawn from the body, and the lowest and worst sword has reached the fourteenth level; the various spells cast, the various props released, all  They are all the best of the best.  Therefore, in the first flying sword fight, nine foundation-building monks were cut off by their flying swords and their heads were chopped off.  It was these spare "Chen Guanshui" who did not continue to join the battle, but dispersed throughout the camp to eliminate those who were hiding, so that the battle lasted for more than a cup of tea.  But in the end, twenty-two "Chen Guanshui" stood aside with swords in their hands, watching the last foundation-building monk, facing the Chen Guanshui transformed from the "Moon Palace", being insulted with one sword after another.  It wasn't until the foundation-building monk no longer had the courage or generosity, and even the courage to commit suicide, that he could only kneel on the ground slumped, waiting for the beheading sword, then "Chen Guanshui" spit out a black light,  Swallowed her.  At this time, there was no one alive in the camp.  That is, on Xiping Mountain, there are still dots of firelight flickering.  And the last person standing in front of Chen Guanshui was the four foundation-building monks who had been gathering together.  He drank monotonously and did not do anything in the face of the chaos just now. The most he could do was to knock down the few mortal women who had fled to their house to the ground.  But before the green mist engulfed the house, the leading foundation-building monk took out a jade bottle and poured out a ball of silver sand, which solidly froze the reality in that area and prevented the illusion from entering again.  Later, the battle was like a bloodbath. Nine "Chen Guanshui" picked out all the marked people in the camp and beheaded them. They drove the mortals like cattle and sheep through some portals before they stood up.  But it just took away some ordinary mortals.  Chen Guanshui has already discovered that three of the four foundation-building monks are in a very subtle state.  It seems to be a living person, ???Appears to be a dead person.  Looks like a puppet, but turns out not to be.  Every inch of flesh and blood on their body is real, but in the dream magical power, only their current appearance can be seen, and the content after they just entered the dream magical power cannot be traced back.  The remaining one was not very tall, and already had two light beards on his lips. He seemed to be in his twenties.  In his hand, he held a magic sword, with a bright spiritual light, but the brilliance was restrained.  Every detail on the body has its own rules.  What's more important is that under his coat, on the back of the spirit armor, there are seven characters in a row: "The laws of heaven and earth have their own laws and I will practice them." Sure enough, when he spoke, it was different: "The Confucian Mingfa Zongdong  Wang Chengliang, a junior student at Lin Academy and a descendant of the Wang family in Liuquancheng, Liang State, has seen Senior Brother Chen from Beard Ridge!" But his eyes were fixed on Chen Guanshui's left hand, staring at the ball of lotus flowers.  Lotus behind the petals.
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